My phone soon rang. It had skipped my mind that I was supposed to call Sam to let him know I was home. I excused my brother who was still talking and got up to answer the call.
“Hello dear, please I’m very sorry. My people have not left me a breathing space to even talk to you.”
“When did you arrive?”
“About twenty five minutes ago.” I knew he was not going to be pleased that I arrived and did not call him, when I had promised I was going to call as soon as I arrived. We had been in touch since I started the journey, with him calling any little chance he had. I didn’t put into consideration that the welcoming from my family might take long.
“How is everyone?” he didn’t sound very bright.
“They are fine. Sweetie I’m sorry.” I said apologetically.
“I’m not angry, just stressed up. I’m
